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Aug 2013
When you look at me
I know all you see
is an old man
that has escaped from his room
and I will hold my hands up to that
for I want to be in the sun like you, feel those rase hit me
and bring love, to my old heart
and feel freedom.

LOve from an old silverback, almost in his tomb.
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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